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Imagine a desert:
Hot under
the sun;
Dry under
the heat;
And empty
like empty has never been defined.
And in that desert
(Rock after
baking rock
Silence
after thundering silence)
You stand
at the smallest tuft of grass -
A tiny
oasis (hope) in a gigantic desert (despair);
A growing
patch of life in a desert of nothingness.
It is communion:
A magic juncture
where a new
reality blooms in the tissue-thin place of heaven nuzzling earth
Come now
To the place where
today's saints
meet their ancestors,
Where disciples of
every moment
dance together,
Where the
oppressed meet the free
and the
hungry meet the powerful.
It is a political place.
A noisy place.
A deep place.
An oasis in the world.
A hint of what
will one day be:
Vivid, daring new life.
Take off you shoes:
This is
Holy Ground.
Copyright: R
Hamilton 1999 |
